The Bannik stared intently at the shape so long ago burned into his hairy palm. It still seemed a beat red even past the hideous scarring. His lids slowly covered his bloodstained eyes and his wide nostrils flared as tendrils of silver mist snaked up into his nose. Even in the natural baths and springs of the volcano’s rocky sides, the elder Bannik couldn’t find peace in his throbbing mind. A lengthy sigh escaped his wet lips and he sunk deeper into the crystal water of the hot spring. He could feel it, the magic of the Volcano. Events were happening once more, and he could see every detail in his mind’s eye. His immortal task seemed never ending, and with the return of the artifacts, he could only picture the dangerous passages the land must undergo to reach the bliss of the other side. He saw it in the lands of the Grogar, the lands of the Khaganate, and the lands of the Gua Senxi. He could feel his dispatched brethren being slaughtered thoughtlessly in the land of the confused, or the land of the diligent. He heard their wailing souls, and their bitter melancholy at the release of mortality, but further more he heard the shout of the volcano, and the vibration of its doings. [hider=Events] So here is what happened… [@Drunken Conquistador] The City of Karablagasun sees mass hysteria resulting in major damage as well as rioting resulting in nearly if not half of the city being engulfed in scared and very lethal riots. [@The Nexerus] Across the land of the Gua Senxi, word of the Shkkaak’s Razor (a sickly red blade, serrated and wicked. It’s crimson blade saps the life of its victims and releases the stolen power into the body of the wielder. Some even say the wielder receives some demonic help from extramundane servants) rages like a wildfire, as it has been revealed to be located in the country. [@Sigma] The Grogar far and wide have been told the sacred resting place of the most holy Golden Apple (Revives a dead Player character… or historical figure) It is just outside the western border of Umberal! [/hider]